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November 1969

#1. I saw a clear, bright blue sky, and a man walking in the air came toward me. He looked like Jesus with a sheet or white cloth wrapped around his waist and over one shoulder, exposing the lance-mark on one side. He had holes in his hands and feet. With one hand, he held a pole with a white flag, forked at the bottom with a big red cross on its center. With the other hand, he beckoned me to himself with his forefinger.

#2. Then the scene changed to a most beautiful face of Jesus, crucified with a large bonnet of thorns that covered the whole head, not as we usually see it. It was a pained but beautifully patient face, mouth slightly opened, eyes uplifted, and though no words, mystically, internally, I sensed, “Father forgive them, they know not what they do.”

#3. That changed to a scene (symbolic I later realized when a year later, or more, I came across the St. Francis picture) to a habited monk who seemed to be taking Jesus off the cross as one un-nailed hand was already on the monk’s shoulder as he appeared to support him. A close-up of the monk’s face showed much love and compassion; it was a beautiful face.

#4. Then, the first face of Jesus came back as it was before. After a minute or more, as I watched it, it suddenly began to melt and decay before my eyes, making me feel a silent horror at it (I can’t draw this; imagine it).

#5. Then, the same monk taking Jesus from the cross came back. After a few minutes, my eyes, like a camera, zoomed in on the monk’s face as he turned and smiled at me. Chills went through me, because his face was now ugly, the smile deceitful and cunning. The eyes were black with a diabolical gleam or glint in them. It was a face utterly devoid of love; diabolical. Really.

#6. That changed to a darkened sky with a crucified Jesus in it, head bowed as if in death. It changed in a second to what appeared to be an American Indian crucified on it. His hair was black and straight with a red band around it, much as we see Indians do. He was fully clothed, plainly in a long-sleeved black shirt, black pants, but was barefoot as he hung, nailed to the cross.

#7. It disappeared, and the very first scene came back with the resurrected Christ and the flag. He raised his free hand, made a fist with the first two fingers raised, then three, then all five fingers raised. Then it ended…

It was only after a while, during the year after August 1969 and November 1969 (when I saw the first and second interior pictures as I just lay down to sleep, as if they were movies on my inside eyelids) that I first read the Bible or started learning from reading that I understood a little more of what I saw. They came to light after I read about the Apocalypse, so that the first was of the time of the Antichrist in the world to the end.

I saw them about twelve times over three to four days. The second was symbolic of the Great Apostasy in those days. I saw them about seven times over three to four days. The end told me it would come into it fullness in America, in two years, the three fingers meant to me to be Europe, and five, the whole world. As the years went by, I was sure I interpreted the end part right.